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Unaware of the current depths to his personal assistant's self deprecation, Charles chuckled warmly in such a way that his nose seemed to turn into a ripe cherry at the young man's response. "Always our own harshest critics," he mused, though there was a heaviness to his tone that may not have been their prior to his battle with Lucien. Prior to...all of this. "A cruel sort of luck that evaluation is not entirely for us to decide." His eyes seemed to compassionately hug Kaiser in the way they looked at him.
Or perhaps the man of advanced years simply yearned for a hug himself.
Moving about with a bit of a limp, though one not nearly as prominent as it had been last week or the week before. Three weeks ago he had been almost exclusively bedridden, so Charles was pleased with this progress for what it was. The railings and bars positioned purposefully in the room, along with the furniture, assisted with any strain that came to pass. Like right ow when he paused to rest against the coffee table after setting two cups for their tea upon it. "Door closed," he nodded with another smile. "The healers know how to knock or make use of the intercom should they need to enter."
Another breath and the Minister was hobbling the rest of the way back to the kettle to check on it. "How have you been, my boy?" he inquired while patting his pockets for his spectacles before he remembered they were hanging around his neck and slipped them on so he could sort out from the little menu which number he needed to dial to get in touch with one of the welcome witches for some biscuits.
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